Spitefic: everything burns
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twispiteficTitle: everything burns
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xcircus_freakx
Fandom(s): Twilight series
Rating: R
Word Count: 518
Inspiration: Emily and Sam Uley's relationship in the series.
Warnings: Abuse implications, semi-graphic violence, character death
Summary: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Author's Note: Set Post-BD. I hated how Emily just went off and happily married Sam even though he ripped up her face, so I decided to try and explore why she chose (or maybe was forced) to stay with him and how it would affect her, eventually possibly leading to a mental break of sorts where she finally realized that she had to get out of the relationship using whatever means necessary. Fic title comes from the song "Everything Burns" by Anastacia (ft. Ben Moody).
It had never been about what Emily had wanted. None of it. Did they honestly think she had wanted to marry Sam? To live every day of her life with the man - the monster - that had permanently scarred her face? To share her bed with him?
No. She hadn't. She hadn't wanted any of that. Yet, did it matter what Emily wanted? What her hopes and dreams and ambitions for her future were? No.
It only mattered what he had wanted.
Emily had went along with it quietly. She pretended to be happy, to not mind when Sam kissed her scars and caressed them, as if they were precious trophies. She pretended not to mind the cooking and cleaning. She pretended not to mind being completely and utterly lonely. Completely and utterly terrified of what Sam might do to next. What he might make her do.
For years and years she kept on that perfect yet horribly scarred mask. Nobody knew how she felt. How much she just screamed inside.
Exactly five years, two weeks, and three days after the day that ruined her life forever, Emily broke. The mask cracked and shattered and she screamed.
She had been washing dishes at the sink, and she threw the plate in her hand to the floor, letting it shatter into a thousand tiny pieces. "I can't take it anymore! I can't! I refuse to!"
Sam shot up from his seat at the table and quickly strided over to her, taking his shoulders. "Emily. Emily, calm down."
His voice, just his voice, sent an unpleasant sensation down her spine. "Let go of me!" she screeched, trying to shove him away. He didn't budge and only gripped her shoulders tighter.
"Emily, calm down. Stop screaming!"
"No!" She was tired of doing what he wanted. Tired of acting how he wanted her to act, like a quiet, meek little mouse. She wasn't going to be a doormat anymore.
Emily reached blindly at the counter, and felt her hand wrap around the candle lighter. She turned the little knob and clicked the switch, and there was the flame. Without thinking, she shoved it into Sam's eye. Blood spurted from it onto her face.
He screamed in pain, releasing her to instead grasp at his face. She jerked away and grabbed the oil lamp from the kitchen table, then promptly smashed it into the kitchen window's curtains. Oil soaked them, and she lit them on fire.
The fire spread quickly, and Emily fled the house. She heard Sam call after her, scream her name. "Emily!"
She didn't go back. She did stop and turn, though, and watched as the fire spread and grew. Soon the tiny little house was set aflame, and she could hear Sam screaming as the fire licked at his bones, burning away flesh and muscle.
Hot tears dripped down Emily's cheeks. She knew that she shouldn't have done that, that there could've been another way. She would be in a lot of trouble, and the pack probably already knew about what was happening to Sam.
Strangely enough, Emily felt relieved.
For the first time in a long while, she felt free.
Author:
xcircus_freakxFandom(s): Twilight series
Rating: R
Word Count: 518
Inspiration: Emily and Sam Uley's relationship in the series.
Warnings: Abuse implications, semi-graphic violence, character death
Summary: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Author's Note: Set Post-BD. I hated how Emily just went off and happily married Sam even though he ripped up her face, so I decided to try and explore why she chose (or maybe was forced) to stay with him and how it would affect her, eventually possibly leading to a mental break of sorts where she finally realized that she had to get out of the relationship using whatever means necessary. Fic title comes from the song "Everything Burns" by Anastacia (ft. Ben Moody).
It had never been about what Emily had wanted. None of it. Did they honestly think she had wanted to marry Sam? To live every day of her life with the man - the monster - that had permanently scarred her face? To share her bed with him?
No. She hadn't. She hadn't wanted any of that. Yet, did it matter what Emily wanted? What her hopes and dreams and ambitions for her future were? No.
It only mattered what he had wanted.
Emily had went along with it quietly. She pretended to be happy, to not mind when Sam kissed her scars and caressed them, as if they were precious trophies. She pretended not to mind the cooking and cleaning. She pretended not to mind being completely and utterly lonely. Completely and utterly terrified of what Sam might do to next. What he might make her do.
For years and years she kept on that perfect yet horribly scarred mask. Nobody knew how she felt. How much she just screamed inside.
Exactly five years, two weeks, and three days after the day that ruined her life forever, Emily broke. The mask cracked and shattered and she screamed.
She had been washing dishes at the sink, and she threw the plate in her hand to the floor, letting it shatter into a thousand tiny pieces. "I can't take it anymore! I can't! I refuse to!"
Sam shot up from his seat at the table and quickly strided over to her, taking his shoulders. "Emily. Emily, calm down."
His voice, just his voice, sent an unpleasant sensation down her spine. "Let go of me!" she screeched, trying to shove him away. He didn't budge and only gripped her shoulders tighter.
"Emily, calm down. Stop screaming!"
"No!" She was tired of doing what he wanted. Tired of acting how he wanted her to act, like a quiet, meek little mouse. She wasn't going to be a doormat anymore.
Emily reached blindly at the counter, and felt her hand wrap around the candle lighter. She turned the little knob and clicked the switch, and there was the flame. Without thinking, she shoved it into Sam's eye. Blood spurted from it onto her face.
He screamed in pain, releasing her to instead grasp at his face. She jerked away and grabbed the oil lamp from the kitchen table, then promptly smashed it into the kitchen window's curtains. Oil soaked them, and she lit them on fire.
The fire spread quickly, and Emily fled the house. She heard Sam call after her, scream her name. "Emily!"
She didn't go back. She did stop and turn, though, and watched as the fire spread and grew. Soon the tiny little house was set aflame, and she could hear Sam screaming as the fire licked at his bones, burning away flesh and muscle.
Hot tears dripped down Emily's cheeks. She knew that she shouldn't have done that, that there could've been another way. She would be in a lot of trouble, and the pack probably already knew about what was happening to Sam.
Strangely enough, Emily felt relieved.
For the first time in a long while, she felt free.
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Date: 2011-01-27 09:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-27 01:28 pm (UTC)It was originally going to be a lot more gory, but I settled on toning down a little bit. I didn't want to go overboard. XD
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